Here Are 5 Reasons Why My Lover, The Hitman Is Worth Every Penny (With Receipts)
Let’s be real: You’ve spent more on expired lip gloss at the bottom of your purse. But My Lover, The Hitman? It’s not just a book—it’s an emotional rollercoaster with hips, lips, and bullets. You want juicy? I got you. You want drama? It’s here. You want a sexy man with a sketchy past who makes you question your morals? Say less.
Here are 5 unskippable receipts that prove this $2.99 Kindle download is a steal—and probably underpriced if we’re being honest.
📌 1. When Aryikah Realized She Was “Plain”
From page one, Aryikah is in the trenches. I’m talking no bra, bonnet sideways, takeout box on the coffee table, and cats judging her from the couch. She’s spiraling. And then—THEN—she looks in the mirror and calls herself plain.
Not average.
Not tired.
Plain.
I don’t know who raised her (actually I do—it’s Linda, her emotionally unavailable Southern Belle mama).
“Viewing myself in the mirror, one word comes to mind: Plain. That’s how I’d describe my face.”
Now listen—if you've ever side-eyed your own reflection under bad lighting, on a bad hair day, while you’re in a depressed mood, this scene is gonna gut you. And that’s why it’s the first receipt. Emotional honesty? ✅
📌 2. That Dream Scene? Babyyyyy . . .
Before D’vone even shows up with his cocoa butter-smooth skin and accent that could make a nun blush, Aryikah has a dream so vivid you might question your own love life. It’s giving Rated E for Erotic, Explicit, and Existential Crisis.
“His weight grinding into me, every inch of his body claiming mine…”
Honestly, that dream deserves its own novella, a cold bottle of water, and a ciggerette!
📌 3. The “Thunder Cats” Glow-Up Will Have You Screaming Into a Sequin Pillow
Aryikah’s besties stage a full-blown intervention and drag her into a boutique called… Thunder Cats. Listen.
“Slipping it on was effortless, and it seemed to hug all the right curves, with no fupa or cellulite in sight.”
The transformation was so real, I swear Beyoncé whispered “you ready?” in the background.
📌 4. D’vone Shows Up… and Your Standards Are Immediately Compromised
Let’s talk about that man.
D’vone walks into the party looking like a tall glass of don’t-ask-questions-just-ride. And the way he interacts with Aryikah?
Girl, it’s over. You’re done.
“Standing before me was, without a doubt, the most handsome man I think I had ever laid eyes on.”
AND HE IGNORES THE REDBONE BARFLY to talk to her. Like, full-on eye contact while another woman is throwing herself at him. He chooses Aryikah with his chest.
This man says things like, “She’s nothing but a bum with a big ass” and somehow it’s poetry.
📌 5. Because You’ll Never Look at Age-Gap Love the Same Way Again
My Lover, The Hitman isn’t some sugar-baby fantasy or cringey cougar cliché. It’s raw, grown, and laced with the kind of emotional tension you only get when a seasoned woman crosses paths with a younger man who sees all of her—and still chooses her.
Aryikah’s got bills, back pain, and boundaries. D’vone? He’s younger, lethal, and emotionally layered like a three-piece church suit. And yet, despite their years apart, there’s an undeniable pull—equal parts passion, danger, and something neither of them can name.
This isn’t just chemistry—it’s a collision of timelines, traumas, and unmet needs. And it works.
If you’ve ever wondered what it would look like for a grown Black woman to step into a love story where she’s the prize—where her age, softness, and strength aren’t just accepted but craved—you’ll find yourself completely hooked. And you might just rethink everything you thought you knew about age-gap romance.
🎯 Bottom Line:
$2.99 gets you:
A main character who’s real, raw, and refreshingly grown
A man who might ruin your life but make it worth it
Scenes that hit harder than your ex’s excuses
And a story that’ll stay with you long after the daiquiri melts
📱 Buy it on Amazon
or www.EricaStrawberry.com
📝 And if it rocked your world—drop a review on Amazon. That’s how indie authors like me keep writing the unhinged, swoony chaos you crave.
